From the swift boat with a full-blown sail
Mountains pass quickly, shoreline gliding by.
In a foreign land, one asks about customs;
But beautiful scenery compels me to compose lines.
On a stretch of land where ancient kingdoms prospered,
The month of May flows on the crystal stream.
Do not regret that you have neither wealth nor fame;
Don’t wind and moon follow wherever you go?

translated by Sung-Il Lee